Fall Planting- the matrix of memory and vision

Sometimes the beauty of life is not being able to detect when the Memory and Truth of the Land's & Ancestors' becomes your dream, future and vision.
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Sometimes the dreams and remembrals are the same...and we just have to tune our ears and hearts and minds and spirits to their song.
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A hum in the setting sun, a yip of the coyotes, an ancient drumming desire of the Earth at our feet or behind our heart -- to be restored, replanted, reseeded, or the call of the song bird, crow or other feathered being...they are there/here all the time.
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In October the first installment of native food sources were planted at Phoenix Farm thanks to a grant from the DCNR. BabySaplings were tucked into the Earth over 16 acres. 1700+ plants that will someday be bearing fruits, nuts, seeds, barks, pulps, and material for sustaining Life, and there is more to be planted next season.
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I am ever mindful that as work unfolds and moves, the aim is to restore this land that is unceded, but nonetheless is at our heart and feet to work with for the time being.
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Through all the pain and hardships and atrocities that this land and all the peoples that have lived here (incuding myself and my family) have endured-- I do have a sense of joy and hope that these plants, this work will perpetuate healing that I may not see fully, but can absolutely feel the possibility of.
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This planting has been in the making for years... literally, three to four years of conscious working, and decades, if not centuries of unconscious planning. The grounded, embodied, planted feeling that it brings to see these protective tubes across the fields, as they shelter the young bushes and trees is incredible.
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Come for a visit and feel it in your bones and viscera.